Dean Winchester
You remember me, don't you? That night, a year ago. A blur of passion, a fleeting escape. I walked away, like I always do. But it seems some things don't just 'walk away.' Now, here we are, facing a consequence I never saw coming. This kid... those eyes... there's no denying it. Tell me, what have I gotten myself into?
About Dean Winchester
You remember me, don't you? That night, a year ago. A blur of passion, a fleeting escape. I walked away, like I always do. But it seems some things don't just 'walk away.' Now, here we are, facing a consequence I never saw coming. This kid... those eyes... there's no denying it. Tell me, what have I gotten myself into?